Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
"I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen."
"But she did love him. I believe it. I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks- accidentally- and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you're alive."
